Pay, B*tch!

We arrived in  Ontario two hours later. It was a nice drive there from LA. I had never been to that side before. I was looking forward to seeing it in daylight. All the grandkids weren't home when we got there. Turns out some of them live with their mom. Their father lives with his mom and some of the grandkids,four dogs (a few pit-bulls and a chihuahua) and a few cats. The house is huge and very clean, smells good too. Nothing compared to where I came from in LA. Mae took me to her bedroom, she told me to find a spot for my stuff. It was late, I didn't want to waste any more of her time putting my bags in her room if I was still going to have to move it to mine. Well, THAT WAS GOING TO BE MY ROOM TOO! I got confused, but didn't want to come across as rude and unappreciative. I thought we had talked about the living arrangement and I had asked her over and over if she had A room for me. A ROOM! Which I was willing to pay rent for. Turns out, nope, we were going to share a very beautiful, cosy bedroom, with ensuite, nice smelling bathroom. Same bed. It's a king, but still. It's different when you moved to a place under the impression you were going to have your own room. On the flip side, it takes a very nice person to let a stranded stranger who lives with freaks to move in with them and share a bed with them, that I don't take for granted.

After dropping my stuff, we walked the dog around the block, very suburbia! The dog's a very sweet pitbull, nothing like the scary one which stays outside. This one was a house dog, she and the Chihuahua were house dogs, then there was another pit bull with was a little bit of both. Very sweet dog! And I', not even a dog person. Nor a cat person! On our walk, Mae got a lot of calls from people who were asking her about me. She must have been very busy on the way to LA to have told just about everybody on her contact list about me!  The following morning, Sunday, I was sound asleep, first peaceful night's sleep I had had in months. Or since San Diego (Perry's - where I had my own room)! Mae woke me up and asked if I wanted to go to church. Uhm, not really! She guilt tripped me into agreeing, so I did. Service wasn't that long. From there, we went to the Gas station (petrol station), when we got there, she filled up the tank and then told me how much it was! Meaning, PAY BTCH! Good thing I had my wallet with me, cos that we had not talked about but I was learning. Remember how she insisted I didn't have to pay her back a dime? Well, that didn't last. I felt better paying, because then it meant I would have some rights; even if, only in my head. You know what I mean?

We then went to the supermarket.We bought a cart full of groceries, I was wondering if I was paying for that too but she did. With the money I had just given her for gas. Don't ask! Around 4 in the afternoon, I was about to pass out with hunger, I hadn't eaten since the previous morning or so because I spent the rest of the day plotting a way out. We bought $1 burgers for everybody, +-7 people. I couldn't wait till we got back to the house to gobble it down. The smell was killing me!

We went straight home from the burger place, thank goodness! Mae cooked dinner, everybody had a burger. I hung out around the kitchen with her. Still familiarising myself with everything. She is hilarious and very easy to talk to about anything. And she's absolutely gorgeous! She used to be a model. She's 62.

We had dinner almost as soon as it was ready, it was delish! Mae used to own a restaurant, so she's a great cook.

The following morning, I noticed the same thing I noticed when I put my bags by the bedside; that the edge of the bed by my side wasn't stable. I thought to mention it, so she knows before somebody thinks I broke a bed. She freaked out! She yelled and told me I broke her bed! I was dumbfounded! One thing about me, I suck at defending myself on the spot #DelayedReaction. I got so overwhelmed, I'm in a new home, with like, a thousand people, I am not sure what the deal is gonna be, especially now that I am sharing a bed with this person who starved me half to death my first day there, like, should I buy my own food? Is it gonna seem strange if I do? How will I pay for electricity if I use hers to cook for myself? Are we going to share a bed, Is her hot son single? Dude is H.O.T.T. hot! I kid you not! Six pack and all! And he's not afraid to walk around the house shirtless. Daaayyyuuummm! El who? Of course, I wasn't gonna go there! The last thing I needed was to complicate my life further than it already was. I was definitely not trying to date.

The bed didn't seem like it was broken, it seemed more like something had come undone or something. I wanted to have a look but Mae was like, do not touch my bed! blah blah blah! I was chocking up, I felt so helpless! She called Hot Son and told her about the broken bed. He was in the living room. He came in and was like, "I  told Phillip that he didn't fix this bed! It's still got the same problem it had before he fixed it!" MAaaaaaan, he shouldn't have said that! Tears went rolling down my cheeks. I knew I didn't break that fcking bed! Who tells a person that they broke a bed when they know that said person did not break the bed? I thought to myself, who is this woman? What is she trying to do? Is she trying to get me to buy her a new king size bed? Pity I sold my custom made one to a "friend" who still owes me for the stuff I sold her way back when I went to Georgia. Some friend! Anyway, Mae was like, I told Phillip blah blah blah, who cares what she even said! Just the thought of her admitting to Hot Son that the bed had been that way for a while and she even had someone try to fix it, made me puke in my mouth. It changed how I saw her. I'm sorry but She will forever be that person to me.That was very mean girls!

From then on, I really just wanted to sleep on the floor but didn't want to make a bad situation worse, you know?

Good Bye Los Angeles, hello Ontario!

As soon as El left for work, I was up, making phone calls, emailing people, doing whatever I had to to find a place to stay. Sister was out for the day, I had privacy, which was great. A friend of mine, that I never met called a friend of hers. She then called me back and told me the friend has a place for me. I could the friend, we'll call her Mae, she told me she lived two hours away, could pick me up and have me move in asap. I wanted to know if she actually had a room I could rent from her. I was so done with freebies! As we all know, there is no such thing as free lunch anyways. She told me she had room. I kept asking, "do you have a room?" She was like, yes, I have room! I wanted to negotiate rent and rules and all that before I even moved there, to see if it had potential of working out. She told me she didn't want my money, she just wanted me to be safe, she lived with her grandchildren, if I was ok with that, she didn't care about anything else. I was like, please think about charging me rent, I will me more comfortable that way. My thing is, once someone offers to do something for you free of charge, you end up being indebted to them for life. I don't like that feeling. It automatically puts you in a position of inferiority to that person. It's hard to come out of that place. Maybe it's my skew way of seeing things?

I asked her how much she was going to charge for picking me up, she told me not to patronise her. OK. I was willing to take the train, but it was getting dark, I had to pack, quickly before Sister got home. It  was going to be a while before El got home. I wasn't worried about him. Mae was on her way to pick me up in LA as soon as we hung up. I packed, well, I was living off my Walmart luggage set anyway. Remember the one El told me wasn't good enough for his girlfriend, therefore he was going to buy me a great set from Sears? Never happened. Then he told me he was going to use the money he owed me (remember trip to Universal Studios?) to buy me a set? Never happened? Never got the money back. Good thing I wrote it off as being mugged the moment she borrowed it from me.He had also told me he was going to buy a clothes rack for me, never happened. I lived off "a suitcase" the entire time I was there.

By the time Mae got there, I was done, and ready to hit the road, Jack! I couldn't be more grateful to this stranger for doing this for me when she didn't even know me. I packed my stuff in the trunk of her nice Chevrolet, ran back to the apartment, left his key and I was gone! G.O.N.E! Best feeling in the world! In fact, the feeling I had leaving that place was much, much better than when I moved in!

I got to meed Mae, she had a friend of hers in the car and her dog (Mae's dog). Everybody was lovely. I felt safe immediately. Thank goodness! It was a nice two hour drive back to Ontario from Los Angeles. This is not the Ontario in Canada, it's the one in California, near Riverside. As in the Riverside Killer. It's also not far from Big Bear, the resort the Forresters from The Bold and The Beautiful own a cabin at. Which is also where Christopher Donner, was captured and killed. You must have heard about him, the former soldier who lost it and killed ex boss or whatever? Anyway, it's beautiful there, mountains all around and snow on the mountain tops in Summer. It was a little cooler than LA but still warm enough. Very peaceful. Just what I needed at that point in time.

Homelessness, again!

After the punch in the head, more than I had before, I know that was not the relationship I wanted to be in. If that wasn't a red RED flag, I don't know what is or could be. We never talked about it, he never apologised, I never confronted him, it just went right under the rug. And trust me! There's a lot under that carpet!

Sister would tell me how he would beat her up until she turned black and blue and then offer to take her out to a concert or something, HE enjoyed. Like the one concert he took her to, she took pictures of him which he in turn sent them to me before we met. I asked who he went to the concert with, he told me, by himself! He asked a random person who was sitting next to him to take the pictures. He liked the band so much (some band which was featuring Johnny Depp), he went to see them again with a friend. Sister told me he only went to see the show once with her. He never told me that! She told me he is so ashamed of her, even when they are together, he walks right ahead and tells her not to talk to her, he didn't want anybody to see him with a lady who was using a cane/crutch. That was just one of the stories they had slightly different versions of.

One day, around the end of January (OMG, I'm really behind, so much has happened since January, I should pull up my socks. Fa reel! )), it was time to pay month end bills. He took me along (Elvis). We drove across town to pay rent first. They had roadside parking at the place we went to pay. He left me in the car. Probably ashamed to be seen with me too, who knows? Who cares! It was a beautiful sunny day in LA, I could care less. While he was in,  a car that was parked in front of us, Ford Focus, backed up into El's car. She reversed too far, good thing it was slow because she didn't cause noticeable damage. What amazed me was that we made eye contact and she just drove off. What! Who does that! It was a lady too! I took down her registration plate number just in case. By then I didn't know how much damage was caused to the car.

Of course, I couldn't call El because, as we all know by now, he doesn't have a cell phone! I had to wait until he came back. When he did, I told him about it, he told me to get out of the car, ugh, I wanna puke just telling you this story, so nauseating! "Ok, uhm, (with hands on his wast), take a picture of the front of the car! Stand here, now stand over there, stake a picture of the car with that on the background. Did you get that? Are you sure? (YES, FCK!). Now Stand over here, take a picture of that building, make sure you blah blah blah blah blah" It literally got to the point where I regretted having told him about that lady at all, so not worth it. When we were done, he was like, I don't even know why I made you take the pictures because you probably won't let me have them when  I need them. Who says that to someone? Ugh.

From there, we headed to Beverly Hills 99 cents store. Yup! You read right! He told me they have the best stuff at that 99 cents store. We got what we needed, then I remembered I needed earphones which would double up as ear plugs for his snoring. He didn't care that I needed those because he knew it was to block him out. Be it when I wanted to watch something else on my laptop while he watched something else on the TV he bought "for me" in the bedroom or when he was snoring at night. I told him I would be right back, when I got back, I couldn't find him. What do you think I did? You guessed right! I called him on the cell! NOT! that's what a normal person would have done, if they were dealing with another normal person. I walked all round the store looking for him, I couldn't find him anywhere. I mean, El is tall, it shouldn't have been that hard to spot him! I even left the store and went to the car, he wasn't there either! I waited by the car just in case he decided to look for me there. After a while, I went back, well to return one of the two sets of ear phones because it was  fault. You get what you pay for, right?

On my way out, I saw him! Right where  I left him the first time. He was fuming! His eyes went a weird shade of blank, he stomped on the ground, I got scared to even go back to the car with him, or anywhere for that matter. I was thinking, come on Brook, there's got to be somewhere else you can go today! I had no other choice! When we left the store, he stood by the parking lot, gave me the most murderous look ever and breathed really deeply, he was ready to fck me up! I didn't say a word! We got in the car, I quickly sent my sister a message that the Sht was about to hit the fan. There wasn't anything he could do all the way from South Africa, but I just wanted to let someone know. He knows I don't have family here, he could do whatever he wanted to me and nobody would ever know. He locked the doors and told me we were not leaving until I told him where I went. I put my ear phones on and played music on my new phone! I knew nothing I could say would give him the satisfaction he wanted, that of beating the shit out of me. If he had tried, I'd have run the flip out of that car, I am not even ashamed to say that.

He was mad, the tension in the car was so thick, you could chop it with an axe. He went on and on about how he is doing the best he can to make everybody happy blah blah blah, yada, yada, yada. I recorded his long speech. You know how those men who emotionally abuse women sound when they are convinced they are right about everything and the women just don't know how to act and therefore need their guidance? How they talk with a very low, calm voice but really it's a load of crap! That's how he was talking, hopefully, I will be able to upload those recording so you can hear for your self.


We sat in the car for a while until he made peace with the fact that I wasn't speaking. He sped off. I was like, great, we are going to die! On our way back to his place, I received a call from an agent, regarding my application.I told her I would call her back when I got home. I was annoyed because he was totally listening to my conversation. We got home, I helped offload the car, while trying to unpack groceries, he stood in my way and stretched out his arms, yuck! I looked the other way and was ready to walk the heck out of there. There was no space for me to move, he gave me a hug and said, "you know daddy loves you, but you can be bad sometimes. Daddy just wants you to be good" I don't know if that was his failed attempt at apologising or what, I didn't care, soon as he was done with his crap, I went for a walk. I never hugged him back. I called the agent back, turned out to be a joke. They wanted me to pay them for compulsory training, after which they were going to see if they could help placing me. I was like, nah thanks!

I was somewhat relieved that "Daddy" wasn't in a fowl mood after all, I think the call did it because he did ask me about it. He was excited that I was going to get a job. Sister wasn't home when we got home, nor when I got back from my long walk. I saw a few places to let, made a few phone calls, they were too expensive for ugly rooms, in ugly houses in a not cute neighbourhood, close to Daddy.

When I got home, El was on the computer, I went straight to bed. It had been a long day. Plus I didn't feel like interacting with him in any way, shape or form.

Sister got home, they hung out in the living room watching some tv. I must have gone to sleep around 7/8pm. Around 10pm, Elvis came in, turned the light on and woke me up. He wanted to know if I was asleep! Then he had a long conversation with himself about himself, just thinking out loud OUT LOUD, with me trying to sleep in the same room. He went to the toilet, pooped with the door open. Mind you, the bathroom is en suite! He would then go, "did you hear that?" I was like, I AM TRYING TO SLEEP, DO YOU FCKING MIND! He told me how I was the most negative person he ever met, he is just trying to make conversation, ABOUT POO WHILE I AM TRYING TO SLEEP! ARE YOU SHTTING ME? (pun intended haha). He went on and on, whining. Then the whining became threats, he was telling me how I was sponging off him, I didn't even want to spend any time with him or be intimate with him, "YOU'RE A COUCH SURFER! YOU ARE A COUCH SURFER!" I told him about couchsurfing! He didn't even know there was such a thing. He panicked every time he saw me on their website, I think he was afraid I was looking for my next home. I didn't meet him on CS, nor did I meet Perry there, so I don't know what he was talking about. If you want to hurt my feelings, calling me a couchsurfer is the last thing you should call me. In fact, I stopped caring a long time ago, very little hurts my feeling. Plus consider the source, nuff said!

He went on and on and on and omg ON! I got up, got dressed and got the fck out of his place, it was between 11pm and midnight by then, he had been giving it to me for more than an hour. I walked up and down the neighbourhood. I took my cellphone and some money with me cos I didn't know where I was going to end up. I looked for a hotel, motel, hostel, whatever, there was nothing in close proximity. I went and stood outside the police station and just stood there for hours. I was chatting to a friend of mine who lives in The Netherlands, who told me to find a restaurant close by and find out if they would let me sit there rather than standing my the street lamp outside the police station.

There is a Subway up the road from Elvis'. I went there and asked if I could hang out therefor an hour or two. They let me. I crashed there, but never really fell asleep. It was between 2 and 3 in the morning. By 5 in the morning, people started coming in and my cell battery was dead. I did the walk of shame back to his place. Sister was there when I left, she was awake on her love seat in the living room.I got back after 5, El was sound asleep and snoring. That's when I realised how truly mean a person he is! Your girlfriend, is wandering the streets of Los Angeles in the middle of the night and you're sleeping like a baby! Really! And  That man can snore! You have never heard anybody snore as loud as that man, trust me on that! You know when people say, how do you sleep at night? His answer would probably be, "like a baby!"

When I got back in, Sister was like, where the heck did you go? She told me she was worried about me. I was thinking to myself, " prove it!". Again, whatever, no fcks given! I hung out with her for about an hour or so. We talked about everything. Everything El had ever told me about...well, everything was a lie. The incident when Sister snapped at me and was telling me she was going to fck me up, she wasn't scared of me blah blah blah, with El watching, and not intervening? Well, the whole thing was orchestrated by Elvis! He told Sister he was going to tell me to beat her up (I know! ME! Like who have I ever beaten up?), knowing I had told him I was about to go to the kitchen to get some water, so when I came out of the bedroom, Sister thought I was going to beat her up, that's why she went on the defense. The list of stories is endless.

The apartment they live in, is their mom's. Basically El still lives at home, AT 55! Their father was in the army, when he died, the widowed wife started getting a certain amount of money, she also gets her grant/pension or whatever, that pays all the bills of the house. El only buys car parts with his money from Sears. His mom doesn't live with him, he lives at home, with his mom. The sister's case is understandable, she could care less about that stanky s place, she has her van. She was there to take care of her mom. She has her cats, she's fine. I couldn't ask the sister about abusing El when he was young, which I strongly believe is all a lie on account of, I didn't want to hurt her feelings. We talked and talked and she hugged me and cried and apologised for what she did that day. It was all her brother, my boyfriend's doing. I went to bed just before he got up, cos I didn't want to talk. He tried to talk to me, I pretended to be sleeping. Never slept a wink that day. Unlike him, I don't always sleep like a baby.

He got up in a good mood, as if nothing happened, I stayed in bed until he left for work around 10am. soon as he left, I got up and made more calls.

Push me through the floor!

El had a very old computer that he didn't want to replace. He kept telling me he was going to take it in for repairs which he never did. I offered to have a look at it. One day, while he was at work, I worked on it. One of the issues was that the memory was full, he kept getting the Low Disc pop up. It still baffles me why, because he literally has nothing save in the hard drive. The mouse was also old and faulty, probably more dirty than anything else. He had to wiggle it every time he needed to use it.I lent him my own mouse which I got from my mom, so it had sentimental value.

He seemed happy to come home to a working computer to do his facebooking (read:Stalk his exes on Facebook) and to shop for car parts for his Challenger. He has two friends on Facebook, and goes by the name John Smith. He told me that when Facebook suggests a friend to you, it's always someone who has looked you up on FB. If that particular person's name goes to the top of the list, it means that person has been frequently looking you up. Okay, Mr. 2 FB Friends! I'll take your word for it! Especially seeing as you're going by a pseudonym. I'm sure people know exactly what that is! #RollEyes

He was so happy I fixed his computer, he offered to take me to his favorite burger place to buy us his favorite burger! Basically, he was so grateful to me, he wanted to show it by treating himself. I politely declined the offer. It wasn't for me anyway #Narcissism. A few days thereafter, he complained about something with regards to the pc. I explained to him that it had nothing to do with what I had done to the PC. When he brought it up the second time, I knew he was going to be a pain in the neck about it, so I quietly went to the PC and undid all that I had done to fix it. While working on it, in the living room, he got on a call on his Magic Jack phones (landline which works through the internet). When I was done, I restarted the computer unaware that he was on the phone. Next thing I knew, he came out of the bedroom, walk towards me ever so calmly and hit me in the head saying, "you disconnected my call"! He proceeded calmly towards the kitchen and drank Diet Pepsi from the bottle, as if he didn't just hit someone in the head. Or hit someone period. I was stunned! I literally froze!

Romantic Repertoire

One night, daddy decided to take me out. He told me to dress up, it was going to be a romantic surprise. I got excited!  It was a cool winter night, as wintery as a Southern Californian night can be. He wore his usual; blue Levi's, a t-shirt and the leather jacket. We drove off into the night. The atmosphere was  neither here nor there. We drove through LA, he showed me the Hustler Casino, and the house he and his brother owned;  for the umpteenth time! I just went with it.
We had Tommy's burgers and fries, in the parking lot. Soon thereafter, we drove off. It was late, nine-ish. I did wonder, quietly inside, if he wasn't going to kill me, whether I should alert someone. You never know!

We drove past another one of his old places, a house, he used to rent an apartment upstairs. He told me that was when he was his brokest ('that a word?) The neighbourhood is different, didn't look that scary. He had shown me that before too, but who's counting? We soon arrived in Long Beach. Speaking of long, the drive seemed looooong, El's driving! No comment! Yay, the beach! The parking was packed! There was a hotel, or two, and a restaurant... or two! I was wondering where he was going to take me.

We found parking. He opened the back door and told me to get my sweater, as I'd mentioned, it was a bit cool. While getting something to drink at the back, he found a packet of Bounce, coconut and dark choc bars. He loves that stuff! I hate that stuff! He was so excited. You should see the back of that car. It can't be healthy eating anything coming from there, but okay. He locked the car, grabbed my hand, looked me in the eye and breathed deeply, "What do you think?" about? (that's what I thought) but of course, I went with it, and was like, 'wow! It's pretty out here!'. I mean, I was still waiting for the main event.

We walked all the way across the parking. To our left, was the beach, we could see the lights from the ships, ugh, love it! And there was The Queen Mary, google it, if you will. I saw it on one of the Housewives' shows thereafter, and it was weird that I know where that is now and I have seen it. Anyway, I thought to myself, is he taking me there? Are we going to the hotel? The restaurant?

I tried to take pictures, he did tell me to take the camera along. Thing is, the pictures didn't come out that great, it was dark after all. He pointed at The Queen Mary and told me to take a picture of that. You know there's one thing about me, I don't know about you, but I hate it when someone tells me what to take a picture of with my own camera that I spent so much money on, making my own memories! Why should someone care which pictures I will have as my memories? I don't get it, #ControlFreaks! Perry used to do the same thing. I don't know if it's men of a certain age or what.

We walked towards the beach, away from the Buildings. It became evident that I was not going to a restaurant nor a hotel, at least not that night. We walked further away from everything really. I began to wonder. He seemed excited that he was making my day. That he was giving me something to tell my family about on Skype, next time we talked. That's another thing! Do things; for me; because you want to not to impress my family! You should try to impress me, why do you care about my family at this point in the game?

We found a bench, a lonely worn out, sad bench! Next to which was a lonely, sad bicycle! He told me to have a seat, with a big, satisfied smile on his face. My expression inside couldn't me farther from his. Talk about polar opposites. On the outside, I was all smiles, just like him. #Happiness #NOT

He couldn't wait to unwrap his chocolates and munch away, in no time, he was dark brown all around his mouth. Bleh! He put his arm around my neck, "So, tell me! Is this not the most romantic date you have ever been on?"

Adoptions and Fast Food

I ended up not going to the police. My sisters kept me occupied and calm on Skype. Imagine if something had happened and I was begged not to go to the police. How was I to get hold of El, he doesn't even have a cellphone! My gosh!

They recycle plastic at the house. As if there isn't enough going on in the apartment, there are garbage bins full of plastics, Pepsi empty bottles, yogurt, etc, very annoying. Sister is the one who does the recycling to make some pocked money for herself. One afternoon, El needed to go collect a parcel of his from a friend slash colleague of his. Here's a short story about this friend, it's a story I was told so many times, I could die!This guy is 28 or 30. He's gay, El is supposedly straight, the jury is still out on that! El is obsessed about this guy, he would like to ADOPT him! HE WANTS TO ADOPT A 30 YEAR OLD MAN! Is it me, or does that just not make any sense whatsoever? El wants to adopt a man who is the same age group as his girlfriend! This man, who he wants to adopt has his own apartment, nice apartment in a much nicer neighborhood than El's. That's where El has his mail delivered. It's a good 20-30 minutes drive from his place.

El's reason for wanting being so obsessed with adopting this man is because the guy is such a good person, he has a bright future ahead of him and El would like to mentor this guy, he (El) feels like he has a lot to offer, this guy and the world and this would be his way of giving back. WHAT THE FREAK? WHAAAATTTT? He told me that all his exes rolled their eyes whenever he told them that. Er, are you surprised. Poor El! the 18 year old he "dated" before me was a girl he met at work. He saw how intelligent he was and how bright her blah blah blah, he then decided to take her under his proverbial wing and mentored her. I hope he put a condom on his wing! She was the one who pushed to have a relationship because she found him so irresistible. He really never wanted to date her. Yeah, el! Okay! #BlankStare

On our way out to the car, heading for the Prospective adoptee's, El asked me to grab the garbage bins. I was like, oh no, this is not trash, it's your sister's recycle stuff. El was like, I know. He said so with such a smirk on his face. You just never know what that man is thinking or up to. But it's always no good, whatever he's up to. He told me he's the one who bought the stuff to begin with, and from the way she had been treating me, she didn't deserve the stuff, he was going to recycle the plastic, to spite her, if anything else. Wow! Ok!

He was yapping in the car about the guy and how  much he really wants to adopt him, whatevz! We got to the recycle yard, some of the bottles were never opened, full of Pepsi, and were ready to explode from the heat. Some were half full, we had to empty them up. I was so not interested. I kept pinching myself, what had my life gotten to? I mean, it was homeless people and us! El cut in front of all those people and went straight to the front. Lord, so embarrassing. Where did I find this man? All of a sudden he is better than the people at the recycle yard, dude, you're here for the very same reason they are, chill out! They let him cut in front of them, he can be very charming, how do you think he got me? The guy's a salesman!

We got a little more than $5. He came in the car going hahahahaha, you know the evil laugh? I had a feeling, he wasn't trying to spite nobody, he was putting cash in his pocket, he needed it! WE drove forever to the guy's house. El was going to pick up a cart, one that looks just like the one I paid for when he "borrowed" money from me after our amazing time in LA.

I got hungry on the way there, we had left the apartment before lunch, daddy said he would buy us lunch on the way, he asked what I wanted. I was like, anything. I'm easy to please :)
We passed to many fast food places, he kept saying, the next one. Then he told me he wanted me to try some hot wings, highly recommended (probably highly cheap too, but who's counting? Right?) . Then he was like, no I will get you pizza. Then it was fish burgers. I said, you know what? KFC. What? KFC! Or the colonel! I'm like, who says that? " It's the colonel! Colonel Saunders!" Uhm, I know that, but nobody calls KFC that, come on now! "we do, here in the states!" Ai, I rest my case! Anyway, he told me we had passed KFC, he was going to buy it for me on our way back.

We arrived at his "adopted son's" apartment block, which a nice place! I asked El if his colleague can afford to stay there, why does he move there too, cos he told me he likes the place. He was like, I knew you were going to say that. Every time I bring a girl here, they ask me the same question! Ugh, turn off! Why you gotta bring up your exes every time we talk about stuff, yuck! the package was outside this guy's door, or at least some random person's apartment door, we got there, we grabbed it, we left. It was really random. That could have been any body's parcel really. Turns out El had never been inside that apartment. For all you know the poor guy doesn't even know he has his parcels delivered there. for all you know, he doesn't even know El plans to adopt him! Maybe he's not even up for adoption! His probably not in the system!

Anyway, we left, with me exited, I was finally gonna have something to eat. It had been a while since I had KFC. As we approached KFC, El, told me it was going to be cheaper to get me Buffet. That way, I could have a variety of food. Ok! At that point, I didn't even care. He told me he wasn't hungry, he was just going to get one meal for me. Fair enough. weird, cos he's always hungry, but ok. I'll take it!

On our way to hometown buffet, we drove past a van (caravan),he asked if  I would still love him if he moved us into one of those after his mother dies. I was like, say what nah? He laughed and told me he was serious, he had been planning to do that for the longest time. He told me he doesn't get why people pay so much rent for accommodation when they spend most of their time at work, he said all he needs a house for is for sleeping. He was going to downsize after his mother's passing. I was like, what is it about the men I date? Is it me or what? For some reason, they all want to downsize into caravans. Of course we spent a while arguing that those are not called caravans, whatever Mistra Know It all! I thought to myself, I'd be damned! I didn't come to America to be homeless. Especially with a much older narcissistic man, over my dead body! I quietly went, "of course, I'll go anywhere with you! I love you!" He laughed and said, I hope you will still love me when we live in a van! We got out of the car and he was like, "You're going to pay, right?" AWKWARD! all this time, he knew he was going to make me pay? I mean, I don't care, but why did you waste so much time, if you knew I'm paying? I could have bought food at the first place we saw!

Remember the reason he took me to Hometown Buffet was because it's cheaper and I was going to get a nice variety of food. I got there, he picked two containers (one for me AND ONE FOR HIM!). My treat! He was treating himself with my money! What a loser! Gosh! My heat beat faster and faster, until I had to say something, I was like,you said you were not hungry, all of a sudden, you're hungry and I'm paying, plus this place is more expensive than KFC, what is this? Don't get me wrong, I don't care about any of that, my point was the principle of it. He pissed me off, that's all! He was acting very shady!

He just smiled, and ignored my pissed offness, he got tons of food, telling me, he was going to share with his sister and his mother. Boy have I head that story before. We all know his sister and his mommy live in his belly. We dished up, I paid, we left. I started eating in the car, he asked me to spoon feed him. Meaning, I shouldn't eat, I should dedicate my time to him. Always the case, so annoying. Plus, I thought you weren't hungry? He got pissed that I wasn't doing it right, so he grabbed the fort and started focusing on the pate.  HELLO, L.A. TRAFFIC, eyes on the road, driver!

We dropped the package off at his storage in Hollywood. When we got home, he took whatever was left of his food into the bedroom, munched some more, then put sloppy left overs in the fridge. He told his sister that was going to be his lunch for the following day, they shouldn't touch it.